Hol' Up

Yeah
Yeah
Hol' up bitch
Writing to me like you got income bitch
This a wound you can not fix with a stitch
Imma run up in the summer
To another lover who can love a stunner
Took you a while to get it in your head
Got me running ahead
How I be winning and winning and winning and winning and winning and winning
But winded yet still winning this bread

I could never forget
The day you told me I was the cream of the crop
Filling my ego I pop
Off on these fools and I cock
Back and I fire a shot
Yeah I'm a jack in the box
Gill's on a hill and I'm not

No this ain't no disaster
I could own this world without ya
Forget all of those late night chats yeah
Why you posting with a
Matt black lambo in the back
With 5, 6, 7 stacks
Acting like it's yours
Who you trynna rick roll
Dreaming of your new rolls
That's not how the dice rolls
Telling me we could work it out with a long distance relationship
Nah bitch, tripping on some space station shit
I'll be on the ground playing playstation six

And I don't know why you
Keep coming back when you're lonely
I got better things to hang on to
I got things to prove

Uh yeah
Hol' up bitch
Writing to me like you got income bitch
This a wound, you can not fix with a stitch
Imma run up in the summer
To another lover who can love a stunner
Took you a while to get it in your head
Got me running ahead
How I be winning and winning and winning and winning and winning and winning
But winded yet still winning this bread

And after all that, you still here
Writing to me like you got ink um bitch
This a wound, you can not try stitch
Imma run up in the summer
To another lover who can love a stunner
Do you get it yet
I've been ahead
You can watch me take every slice of this bread